I met him online. With some urging from mutual friends, we began to talk. Then we began to talk every day. We texted, we talked online, we turned on our little webcams just to see each others faces while we typed back and forth. He called me for the first time to tell me that Ted Cottrell had been fired. Then he told me he liked my voice.
We talked and talked. I started falling in love.. because you just can't help it sometimes. But he was, too. We started dating. We met. We went to the San Diego Zoo, and the beach. He left and gave me a book that would change my life. I got to hear the words "I love you" coming out of his mouth for the first time.
Over the next 18 months we went through a lot together. My life changed dramatically, and he was always there for me. We had a lot of fun when we were together. We went to Disneyland (thrice!) the zoo, Sea World, Zion, Salt Lake, and Padres and Chargers game. I was baptized. I started getting fed up with my life. The monotony. My job, my terrible.. terrible job. Not being able to see him whenever I wanted or needed. We both were reaching the end of our ropes with the distance. No matter how much you love someone, not being able to see them wears on you.
So I moved.
It really wasn't as simple as that, but the odds were (ever) in my favor.
I haven't regretted the move once. I was blessed with the perfect opportunity to make the next big step in my life. Just like I was blessed with someone that makes me happy just by looking at him, and someone who cares about me. I can be myself around him..
I've even drooled in front of him and he still loves me. If that isn't true love, I beg you to tell me what is.